As I do my dance of love, with my depends

As I do my dance of love, with my depends hanging low, I should have bought the bigger size, cause this ones almost full, then I step in something squishy, Oh No I've sprung a leak

in my 40 ounce. I held my finger over the hole to save my malt liquor. I needed that to say a prayer for all the dead homies later. I was an Asian kid dedicated to gangsta rap

, gangsta bitches, and getting straight A's. When I wasn't clockin game studying calculus in the library, I was out bangin. It was Thug Life for real. They call me Trout Face cuz

let him know, in no uncertain terms, that my being the inventor of Toffee Coffee was so much greater than diff eqs. Yo, >>>>

I peered in the direction of the arrows, but saw nothing of interest, not even Derpy. I turned back and my beverage was gone. Inventor of Toffee Coffee my flank. If that was true,

but according to Derpy, it was not. So I turned back to look at the arrows once again and

they'd changed again. What the...?!!! Somebody's messin' with me. "Derpy?" I called out in the darkness. "Is that you?" Nothing. Shrugging, I started back down the path. The arrows

were nearly gone. I could just make out the edge of the trees and nearly fell tripping over downed branches. "Derpy!!" a little louder this time. The silence felt heavy with

the Ponderosa pine casting shadows over the forest floor. It would be dark soon. In the mists I spotted a soft glowing light. There was Derpy! I joined in the dance and faded.